“Do you not wish to count the coins?”
Normally saying “There’s no need,” as Lawrence did, should’ve shown confidence, but now it just seemed as though he was merely pretending at strength.
“In that case, I’d like the contract for three hundred silver.”
Lawrence only did so after being asked.
Amati was still one step ahead of him.
Once the cash and the partially fulfilled contract had been exchanged, Amati was even the first to say, “Very well.”
As he watched Amati’s receding form, one ill realization after another flashed through Lawrence’s mind.
When they had signed the contract the previous day, Amati may have claimed to have insufficient cash as an excuse to provide the horses in lieu of coin.
Always keeping a certain amount of cash on hand was a trait shared by all merchants.
What was worse, Amati had surely searched out and bought pyrite just as Lawrence had.
If Amati had gathered enough, all he would require was a very small increase in price.
Thinking back on the way Amati had just bowed so gracefully and turned around after accepting the contract, Lawrence could not believe that it had been a bluff.
Just how much pyrite had the boy managed to buy?
Lawrence feigned rubbing his nose and instead bit his thumbnail.
His original plan had been to observe carefully and then begin selling off quantities of pyrite starting at noon to check the rising price.
Suddenly Lawrence wondered if he should move more quickly.
But Diana’s messenger had not arrived yet.
Until he knew whether or not he would be able to obtain the necessary amounts, Lawrence couldn’t act.
He could purchase more pyrite using the gold Amati had paid him but if Diana’s negotiations on his behalf succeeded and he received another four hundred silver pieces’ worth, that would also be a problem.
He’d set aside money to pay Diana with so that was not an issue, but he would have too much of the mineral.
Of course, he’d been purchasing pyrite in order to be able to force a drop in its price, and he’d been careful to buy just enough to be able to control that drop, in order to avoid his own bankruptcy.
Admittedly, if Lawrence was willing to ruin himself in order to stop Amati for Holo’s sake, she might finally accept his sincerity.
Of course, the story would not end so easily – he still needed to live on something after that.
The weight of reality bore down on him heavier than the gold coins in his hand.
The stone shop’s price board was updated again.
It seemed someone had just bought a large amount of pyrite; both the prices and the line numbers jumped dramatically.
How much would Amati’s pyrite be worth after this jump?
Lawrence felt unable to simply stand by and do nothing.
But losing his cool could lead to defeat.
He closed his eyes, lowered the hand with the fingernails he’d been biting from his mouth, and took a deep breath.
Everything he had been thinking was all due to Amati’s bluffing.
After all, behind Amati was Holo. If Lawrence could just discern everyone’s ulterior motives, he would be fine.
Just then, the clear tone of a ringing bell swept overhead.
It was the signal for the market to open.
The battle had begun.
The charged atmosphere seemed to induce everyone to stay scrupulously honest and calm.
They had been waiting for some time in front of the stone seller’s stand but only began to move once the bell rang.
An examination of the crown revealed travelers and farmers furtively selling small quantities of pyrite – but the small-scale selling only served to further heat the marketplace.
In a situation where none were willing to sell, the only people with an advantage were those who already had a large stock of pyrite – it was thanks to the small-scale selling along with new buyers that kept people excited and close to the stall’s front.
Since each person there thought they had a chance to profit, none left.
Given such an environment, it would take a serious amount of pyrite in order to force the price down – nothing less would do.
The price board, which occasionally disappeared behind the heads of the people in the crowd, was a thermometer for the marketplace, and it was constantly rising.
Diana’s messenger still had not arrived.
If her negotiations failed, he would have to take action quickly.
The thoughts pained him as he stared at the price board, and suddenly Amati appeared in his field of vision in front of the stall.
Panic washed over Lawrence, and he wanted to dash forward, clutching the bag of what pyrite he had to his breast.
But if that was Amati’s plan to shake him up, such a move could be disastrous. If Lawrence sold off only a middling amount, it would just increase demand as buyers assumed they would be able to purchase pyrite so long as they waited long enough, and as the line grew longer, the price would continue to rise.
Lawrence controlled his urge to sell, praying that this was a ploy on Amati’s part.
Then he realized something.
Holo was gone.
Lawrence glanced around and saw that at some point Holo had moved outside of the strange crowd of people and was looking at him.
When their eyes met, she narrowed hers in displeasure, then turned, and began to walk away.
As he saw this, sweat sprung upon Lawrence’s back.
This had to be a trap that Holo was hinting at.
If she had heard of the circumstances surrounding pyrite from Amati, it was entirely possible she’d contrived a way to trap Lawrence. Someone as clever as Holo would surely notice things that Amati would miss, even if he was the one explaining the situation to her.
And Holo excelled at discerning what was in peoples hearts. She was unparalleled at such times.
As soon as he thought of this, Lawrence was assaulted by a vision of the quagmire that surrounded him.
No matter where he stepped, he would sink into the mud; no matter whose movements he watched, they would be illusions.
Lawrence suspected darkly that this was all part of Holo’s plan.
The terror of having a sly wolf circling him thus sunk into his body.
Yet Lawrence couldn’t abandon hope that Holo was merely doing this out of some perverse obstinacy.
The poisons of assumption and doubt penetrated his mind.
He stared blankly at the price board, though this was not his intention. It was simply all he could do at the moment.
The price of pyrite continued to inch upward.
Fortunately, since the price was already so preposterously inflated, the rate of the increase was quite slow.
Still, if the price continued to increase at this rate, it would certainly reach by noon the 20 percent needed by Amati.
To Lawrence’s knowledge, Amati’s current stock of pyrite was worth eight hundred silver pieces. If the price rose twenty percent, he would need only forty more silver pieces to reach the required thousand.
And if all he needed was forty coins, Amati would surely be able to produce them.
He could sell whatever of his fortune he needed to and complete the contract on the spot. If that happened, the margin sale poison that Lawrence counted on would undoubtedly have little effect.
Where was Diana’s messenger?
Lawrence muttered to himself, a consuming panic sinking into his gut.
Even if he was to start scrambling to buy pyrite now, how much would he be able to collect?
It was not like the previous night, where the market had already closed and no one knew whether the price would rise or fall next – no, now it was utterly obvious that the price was rising.
Anybody who had pyrite knew it was like free money – nobody would sell to him under such circumstances.
The realization hit him
– his plan could only succeed if he got the pyrite from Diana, and at this rate, he might wind up taking a huge blow from Amati because of the margin-selling contract, as well.
Lawrence rubbed his eye and thought hard. He had planned to pursue his goal coolly and logically, but he was starting to feel as though he’d been forced into a complete dead end.
No, he told himself.
He knew what the problem was.
It was not because of the fluctuating price of pyrite.
Behind that was the fact that he now regarded Holo with despair rather than trust.
She had arrived with Amati at the marketplace – it was possible that rather than meeting up in the morning, they’d spent the night together.
Holo might have invited Amati back to the inn after Lawrence had arranged the margin-selling contract with him.
Depending on the circumstances, she might even have shown him her ears and tail and told him the truth of her existence.
Lawrence wanted to believe such a thing was impossible, but he remembered that Holo had revealed her true nature to him the same day they’d met. It was the height of folly to believe that she had somehow marked him and only him as particularly open-minded.
Amati was clearly and madly in love with Holo; no doubt she could evaluate anyone as quickly as she had Lawrence.
And what if Amati had accepted her?
He remembered the young merchants smile only moments ago.
Holo feared being alone.
And Lawrence was not sure that she wanted to be with him and only him.
The realization that he should not be thinking this way hit him, and his legs nearly collapsed under him at the shock of it.
It was out of sheer luck that he didn’t fall.
Suddenly a murmur ran through the crowd, bringing Lawrence back to himself.
He turned to look at the oohs! that arose, only to see that the price of the most expensive pyrite had jumped significantly.
Someone had put in a large bid.
Its acceptance meant that others would soon follow suit.
It might already be impossible to stop Amati from fulfilling the contract.
The fact that there was still no word from Diana suggested that the other party might be being stubborn; if the price of pyrite continued to rise, that would only make them more reluctant to sell.
It was looking more and more as if Lawrence should abandon that hope and take action now.
The weapons he had on hand were four hundred silver pieces’ worth of pyrite, along with the rumor that Landt had been given to spread.
It was such a pathetic arsenal that Lawrence wanted to laugh. He now seriously doubted the idea he’d had such faith in the previous day, that a mere rumor could do any damage. Only yesterday it had been his secret weapon, the product of his years of experience.
It was becoming more and more clear to him just how drunk he must have been.
He realized he was already trying to think of a contingency plan.
If he did nothing, he would still receive one thousand silver pieces from Amati, which would leave him a tidy profit even after subtracting the losses from the margin selling.
Lawrence was disgusted by how much lighter this made him feel.
… If you could receive a thousand silver coins for me, it would not be so regrettable to let me go – Holo’s accusation hit him.
Lawrence remembered the letter from Diana that was tucked near his breast.
It was the information that would help him find Holo’s home of Yoitsu. Perhaps he no longer had any right to hold this letter.
I’m just a lowly merchant. Lawrence thought to himself as he looked around for Holo.
The events that happened in the port town of Pazzio and the Church city of Ruvinheigen had been but a dream.
As soon as the thought struck him, he realized that it seemed to be exactly so.
Lawrence smiled weakly as he looked into the hotly swirling crowd, but Holo was nowhere to be found, so he moved elsewhere.
Some time had passed since the opening of the market, but the day’s festival had not yet started, so more and more people seemed to be making their way in.
Holo remained elusive.
Cursing his inability to find her now – now of all times! – he realized something.
After he’d met her gaze in the crowd, Holo had walked away.
Had she simply left right then and there?
If so, where had she gone? Had she decided his failure was a foregone conclusion, Lawrence wondered, and returned to the inn?
It would stand to reason.
The idea was so humiliating that Lawrence felt broken just thinking it – and yet he believed it himself.
He wanted some wine.
Immediately after the thought occurred to him, he uttered a small, questioning sound. “Huh?”
He’d been scanning a fairly small area, so his eyes were bound to notice the detail eventually.
Amati had entered his field of vision, which caused Lawrence to make a noise of confusion and surprise.
Amati’s right hand was pressed up against his chest, probably holding a bag of coin and pyrite.
The problem was not in what he was doing, but rather the expression of concern on his face and the way that he looked here and there, searching for something – just like Lawrence.
Lawrence suspected Amati of putting on some kind of act.
But then by some miracle, the crowd between them thinned, and Amati noticed Lawrence. He was clearly surprised to see his rival.
And then Lawrence glimpsed a look of relief on Amati’s face. Though the crowd quickly closed in around them and blocked Lawrence’s view again, there was no mistaking what he had seen.
A single thought jumped out at Lawrence.
Amati – like him – was looking for Holo. Not only that, Amati had been relieved to see that Holo wasn’t with Lawrence.
Lawrence felt a thump, as though someone’s shoulder had bumped into him from behind.
He turned to see one mercantile-looking fellow talking excitedly with another.
That’s odd, he said to himself, whereupon he felt the same thump reverberate from his back to his chest.
Then he realized.
It was the pounding of his heart.
Amati had been frantically looking for Holo and was obviously very worried that she would be with Lawrence.
The young merchant did not trust her fully.
Which in turn suggested that there was a reason for his doubt.
But what was it?
“It couldn’t be–” said Lawrence.
If Amati was looking for her, that meant she had not told him where she was going.
And if that alone was enough to cause Amati stress, it was very unlikely she had revealed her ears and tail to him.
It was enough to make Lawrence want to abandon the dark, dismal conclusions he’d come to only a moment ago and turn to brighter assumptions.
He had no confidence in his ability to tell whether or not this was wishful thinking, however.
It was vexing enough to make him nauseous.
Suddenly there was another cry from the crowd.
Lawrence looked hastily toward the stone seller’s stall and saw that somewhere along the line, the placard for the highest-value pyrite had been removed.
Which meant that it had sold at that price.
And that wasn’t even the reason for the shouts.
The placards marking the highest values for various types of pyrite had all been taken down, and there was a drop in the number of plates for buyers in line.
Someone had sold off a considerable amount.
Lawrence fought back the nausea that rose and looked about frantically, trying to spot Amati.
He was not in front of the stall.
He wasn’t even near it.
When Lawrence finally spotted him, Amati was in the crowd.
He was watching the stall with a shocked expression.
> So it hadn’t been Amati who had made the large sale.
Lawrence felt but a fleeting moment of relief before more placards for waiting buyers went up, along with a new round of cries from the crowd.
Nearly everyone here had at least a small amount of pyrite; they were waiting for just the right moment to buy or sell. The market was starting to fluctuate, which would become another factor for them to consider.
Essentially, now was the right time to sell.
Lawrence was on the verge of giving up – but pushing him in the opposite direction was the thought that he could still accomplish something with his plan of carefully selling off a large amount.
But he soon thought better of it, like some kind of cowardly hare.
Lawrence had no idea what Holo was thinking or where she had gone. People’s hearts were not so easily understood. To think otherwise was to invite ruin.
And yet– Lawrence could not help thinking.
Expectation, suspicion, supposition, and reality were four hooks that tore at Lawrence’s thoughts.
What would Holo the Wisewolf say at a time like this?
Pathetically, Lawrence couldn’t help but wonder.
He felt that he could make a decision based off even her most casual observation.
He trusted her.
Just then–
“Um, excuse me–”
Lawrence felt a tug on his sleeve as the words reached his ears.
He whirled as if struck, expecting to see a certain cheeky girl behind him.
But it was a boy – Landt, to be precise.
“Um, Mr. Lawrence, may I have a moment?”
Lawrence turned with such speed that Landt was taken aback for a moment, but the boy’s expression made it clear that there was urgent business.
Anxiety swept over Lawrence as he looked around; then he knelt down to bring his face closer to the much shorter Landt and nodded.
“A customer has come to our shop wishing to pay for wheat in pyrite.”
Lawrence understood immediately. Mark was willing to take the offer and then sell Lawrence that pyrite, assuming Lawrence could pay cash.
“How much?”
If Mark had sent the boy all the way over here, it had to be a sizable amount.
Lawrence swallowed and waited for the reply.
“Two hundred fifty silver,” said Landt.
Lawrence clenched his teeth to avoid shouting out at the unexpected development.
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